Harry Potter and the Sisters Black | By : oldwolf Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 181776 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 6 |
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Harry’s sitting in
the Library after his encounter with Petunia as he tries to sort out his
feelings.
“How the hell did
that happen,” he says to the empty room.
Harry continues to
mull the situation over mentally for several minutes.
Down in the
kitchen, Tonks grins at Petunia as she enters the room.
“I’d ask how it
went,” the Auror says, “but I can sense it went well.”
Petunia gives
Tonks a shy grin before she sits down at the table.
Before anymore
words can be exchanged however, Tonks suddenly senses the turmoil of her
master. She mentally forms a picture of where he is, and with a small magical
push, is outside the library door.
Without a moment’s
hesitation, she pushes the door open and moves so she’s in front of Harry.
“What’s wrong Harry?”
“Oh Tonks, it’s
nothing serious.”
Tonks looks at
Harry for a second, “Master, please don’t lie to me. I know when something has
upset you. If you don’t want to talk about it, tell me so, but don’t lie to
me.”
Harry looks at her
for a moment before deciding to bite the bullet. “Well, something just
happened with Aunt Petunia.”
Tonks feels a hunk
of ice form in the pit of her stomach. “What do you mean?”
Harry blushes,
“Well, Aunt Petunia made a deal with Cissa, if my aunt could seduce me, Cissa
would take care of any frustrations she might have during the course of the
summer. When I found out, I expressly forbade the entire ordeal and told Cissa
to help my aunt as needed. Well, about five minutes ago, Aunt Petunia came in
and gave me a blowjob.
“Tonks, I was going
to stop her, but just before I could, my mind clouded up and all I could think
of was sex.”
Tonks blanches at
the implications, “Honestly master, I think I might know what caused your
problem.”
Harry arches an
eyebrow and nods his head.
Swallowing hard,
“Well master, I was talking Hermione’s situation over with her, she’s quite
taken with you, you know, but anyways, I explained several variants on
conventional intercourse and she had gotten very worked up so I decided to help
her out a little. I’d guess that since I was so worked up myself that it might
have transferred to you a little.”
Harry looks at her
in disbelief, “You mean that it was effectively you that allowed that to
happen?”
Tonks starts to
study her feet diligently, “Yes it was master.”
Harry can feel the
fury swelling up inside of him but he manages to suppress it before it
overwhelms him. He takes several deep breathes while Tonks waits patiently for
her punishment, not even hoping for mercy for she knows she deserves none.
Emotions war within
Harry as he tries to decide what he should do with Tonks; on one hand, he’s
elated that she was helping Hermione, but on the other hand, she did help to
promote a situation he’d taken several steps to avoid. “Alright Tonks, I’m
going to have to punish you, if only because too much work was wasted because
of your actions.”
Tonks drops to her
knees and kisses Harry’s feet, “I know master, I willingly wait for whatever
punishment you choose.”
Harry feels the
pressure building up behind his eyes moments before his head explodes in pain.
He only knows blinding pain for moments until his conscious mind shuts down and
he passes out.
Later, Harry wakes
up in his bed to find Tonks sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for him.
“Hello master,
feeling better?”
To his surprise,
the pain in his head had disappeared, “Actually, yes I do.”
Tonks nods her
head, worry etched into her face, “Master, I know that you’re upset with me, as
you should be, but I need to recommend you resume your training in Occulmency.”
“Alright, though
I’d like to know why.”
“Master, you
inherited your current skills from both my aunt Bella and myself, you didn’t
learn them on your own. As such, your mind is reacting on simple instinct when
it comes to repelling an attack; this is causing you a lot of pain. Proper
training shouldn’t be a problem, as you already know the basics intuitively;
we’d just need to refine them.”
Harry nods his
head, “Alright, add that to the already long list of things to do before school
starts.”
Tonks nods her head
and makes a mental note to herself to talk to her aunts about making sure that
their master found time in his day to rest. “When do you wish to start your
lessons master?”
Harry sighs and
sits up, “Better to start as soon as possible.”
Tonks nods again
and starts Harry down the path of mastering Occulmency.
They spend several
hours working on Harry’s mental defenses until Cissa sticks her head in the
door, “Master, dinner is ready, do you wish to come down to the kitchen or have
food brought up to you?”
Harry slowly
climbs out of bed, “I’ll come down, and I need to get out and about anyways.”
The small group
gets to the kitchen where Dobby has outdone himself with the spread.
As they eat, Cissa
says, “Master, I have most of the information you asked for. However, I’m
still missing a few critical pieces of the puzzle.”
“Excellent, what’s
the hold up on those pieces?”
Cissa blushes
slightly, “The people who had access wanted some rather personal favors for the
information.”
“What sort of
favors?”
Narcissa can’t
even look at her master, “Sexual.”
It takes a half of
a second for the impact to register with Harry, but when it does the results
are not unexpected. Harry thunders, “WHAT?”
Both of the
sisters are at his side in a moment and lay a hand on his shoulders. “Calm
down master, nothing happened. They propositioned me and I turned them down.
Now I’ll admit, I left the possibility open for the future.”
Harry takes
several deep breaths and focus’ on Tonks lesson from earlier as he feels the
rage drain from him. Harry looks at the two and nods his head, “Thank you;
that could have been unpleasant.”
They smile as they
return to their seats. “Alright master, I’ve told you what I’ve gotten done;
now I need instructions on how to proceed.”
Harry thinks for a
minute before he responds, “I’m not entirely sure. I dislike the thought of
anyone putting a hand on any of you, including you Bella, but that information
could be the key to keep any fence straddlers there or get them to come to our
side.”
All four of them
think long and hard about what to do.
Finally Hermione
says, “Maybe Professor Dumbledore could help?”
The others look at
her for a moment before they break out laughing. Tonks says, “I can’t believe
we didn’t think of that before. He could authorize the investigation and put
the weight of the law behind Aunt Cissa if anyone’s reluctant to part with
critical information.”
Harry nods, “I
agree. I wanted to keep this as quiet as possible, but from the looks of it,
we won’t have much of a choice. Cissa dear, I want to go see Albus tomorrow
about making this official. Tonks, I want you to mostly keep yourself
available, just incase Cissa needs you, in your Auror capacity, to help make
things go smoother. Bella, I want you to work with Hermione and me on
Occulmency tomorrow, providing Mione’s willing.”
Hermione looks at
Harry and briefly wonders where the boy who’d gladly skive off classes went,
“I’m grateful for a chance to learn Occulmency, Harry.”
The other ladies
nod to acknowledge his orders.
“Alright then
ladies, does anyone know where my relatives are?”
Tonks says,
“You’re aunt ran to her room shortly after you had passed out master.”
“Thank you Dora.”
Bella smirks, “And
your cousin is catching up on his sleep, I wore him completely out.”
Only a supreme
effort of will keeps Harry from going and hexing his cousin into oblivion.
All of the ladies
can feel Harry’s rage, but it subsides before they need to act.
Bella tastes her
masters’ emotions and decides to go ahead, but to pick her words very carefully.
“Master, I have a
favor to ask of you.”
“What kind of
favor,” Harry asks, instantly suspicious of any favor his thralls might
request.
Bella swallows
before continuing, “As I’m sure you’ve noticed master, I get aroused when I’m
being punished; I respond sexually to the sting or ache of a blow. Now you are
a very gentle and considerate lover master, but I truly do need to feel that
sting from time to time.”
Harry looks at his
thrall flabbergasted, “Bella honey, it’s one thing to whip you when you’ve done
something wrong, but I just don’t believe I could bring myself to strike you
without that as a reason.”
Bella looks down
at the table at her masters words.
Narcissa looks
between her master and her sister before deciding to stick her neck out a
little. “Master, there are a few options available that would allow my sister
the pain she desires without requiring you to lay a hand on her.”
Harry nods his
head for her to continue.
“The most obvious
answer would be for either my niece or me to beat her while you watched. Also,
there is one other idea I’ve been playing with since I went over the properties
you inherited from my cousin.”
Harry listens as
Cissa explains her plan and when she’s done he makes a decision. “Ok Bella,
you heard your sister. If you truly want to play games, it will have to be the
second option.”
Bella’s blushing
profusely when she nods her head, “If that is my only option master, than I
will accept.”
Harry looks at
Tonks, “Well Dora, what form of transit shall we use?”
Tonks thinks for a
moment, “A muggle bus or taxi would probably be best. It’d be almost
impossible for a wizard to trace us and Aunt Bella probably wouldn’t be
recognized.”
Harry nods, “A bus
it is then. Ladies, get dressed for a night on the Muggle town. Tonks please
let my aunt know we’ll be leaving and that it’s safe to come out of her room,
I’m not going to retaliate against her. I’ll leave a note for Hermione just in
case she comes back before we do.”
The three ladies
quickly leave to do their master’s bidding while Harry sketches out a quick
note should anyone come looking for him.
When the ladies
finish their tasks and get their clothes changed, the group leaves #12 and
hails a muggle taxi.
Narcissa give the
driver the address and the lot of them climb in, with Tonks sitting on Harry’s
lap.
The drive takes
them on a very circuitous route before they arrive at a rather large, unmarked
building.
Harry quickly pays
off the driver and Narcissa leads them into an alley. She comes to a door and
taps it with her wand three times, causing it to spring open.
They step through
the door and Narcissa holsters her wand before closing the door.
Harry looks around
the room they’ve walked into; loud music seems to permeate the air of the dimly
lit room, over a dozen booths line the walls while the same number of tables
are arrayed across the floor, and in the middle of the room is a walkway with a
topless woman in G-string panties. Tonks takes Bella and they find a dark
corner while Bella leads her master to the bar.
A tall, somewhat
sallow man in a dress shirt comes over to the pair, “Boy, I’ll need to see some
ID before I can serve you.”
Harry looks at
Cissa who just runs her finger along her hairline a little. Harry nods and
brushes his bangs back to reveal his scar.
The bartender
takes a deep breath before he looks around. He leans in and whispers to Harry,
“Harry Potter! What are you doing in a place like this?”
Harry gives the
man a hard glare, but Cissa interrupts, “He’s the new owner, Maury, and we’ve
got a little project we’d like to do tonight.”
The man looks at
the blonde, “Hello Narcissa, long time no see. What happened to Sirius?”
Harry speaks up,
“He died a couple of months ago.”
Maury looks pained
for a second before he returns to the present. “I’m so sorry to hear that. A
truer friend there never was than Sirius Black. I doubt he told you, but I
helped hide him while he was on the run. But enough of the past, how can I
help the illustrious Harry Potter?”
Harry stares at
the guy for a moment, “Well, to start out with, you can keep your gob shut bout
me being here; and secondly, I need to borrow a costume and your stage for a
bit tonight.” At the suddenly queer look the guy give Harry, the young man has
to restrain himself from hexing the bartender. “No, it’s not for me. There
are a couple of ladies whom are now bound to my will due to a spell I used on
them.”
Maury nods, “Ok,
so where do I come in?”
Harry looks around
for a second before continuing, “One of them particularly enjoys pain and the
like. I just can’t bring myself to do that to her, so Cissa here made a
suggestion.”
The blonde speaks
up, “What I proposed is a rather straight forward situation. My sister gets a
costume, does a dance up on stage, and the man who gives her the largest tip
get to deliver a spanking to her bare arse on stage.”
Maury gets a
slightly pained look on his face from the sheer number of laws he’s about to
break. “That’ll be fine, but give me a few minutes to clear out the Bobbies
and grassers.”
Harry nods his
head as the man heads to the back room.
Several rather
large men come out of the backroom and gently escort several men out the front
door before disappearing back to whence they came. The other patrons perk up a
bit at the sudden move, expecting a very good show soon.
A minute or so
after the muscle has disappeared, Maury comes back out, “Ok, have the girl come
up here and I’ll have one of the other girls help her get ready.”
Harry looks over
at Bella and inclines his head.
She hesitantly
walks over and stands beside him, head bowed; the very picture of a subservient
slave.
“Bella dear, go
with this man, he’ll have someone help you get ready for your performance.”
She nods her head
and follows Maury at a respectful distance.
Harry scans the
crowd, looking for trouble, when none other than Remus walks through the door.
The werewolf spots
the teen and makes a beeline for the bar. He belly’s up to the bar, “Dare I
ask how you know about this place?”
Harry grins at the
older man’s concern, “Cissa found it among the properties that Sirius left me.”
Remus looks at the
blonde reprovingly, “And what prompted you to come here?”
Harry speaks
before Cissa can, “Bellatrix made a request that I just couldn’t bring myself
to do. So rather than force her to go without, Cissa here came up with the
idea to come here and let things play out. But I’m curious, why are you here,
instead of with the Grangers?”
“I brought
Hermione back to #12 and found your note so I decided to check in to make sure
everything was alright.”
Before Harry can respond,
a loudspeaker comes on, “Good evening blokes, we’ve got a very special treat
for you tonight. This next lovely lady lives the S&M lifestyle and she’s
got her master mad. So which ever of you lucky bastards tips her the best get
to give her a spanking right up here on stage!”
All of the men
except Harry and Remus rush over to the stage as Bella comes out onto the
catwalk to the beat of a slow, sultry song, wearing her French Maid outfit.
She gives the
crowd of men a very good show and money hits the stage in droves. Finally the
song is at its end and Bella is completely naked except for her shoes and a
garter belt.
The Announcer
says, “Well my lovely lady, who gave you the biggest tip?”
Bella swallows
nervously, knowing that the moment of truth has come, before she points to a
rather large bloke with blonde hair and very broad shoulders.
Maury whispers to
Harry, “How bad of a spanking do you want her to get?”
“A simple fifty
swats should do.”
Maury nods and
lifts a mike to his mouth and whispers something into it. A moment later the
announcer says, “Well sir, you get to give this luscious ladies bum fifty
swats.”
One of the thugs
escorts the winner up to the stage along with a chair.
The man sits down
in the chair and Bella lies across his lap, her arse high in the air, waiting
for the first blow.
Harry’s already
stiff as a board from Bella’s dance, but when the first sound of flesh hitting
flesh a shudder runs through his body. “Hey Maury,” Harry says at the sound of
the second blow, “could you set up a private room for us to use for a little
bit?”
Maury licks his
lips and nods his head. He suddenly shakes his head violently and walks into
the backroom again.
Harry, and
everyone else’s, eyes are glued on Bella’s progressively reddening rump.
Just as the man
delivers the last blow, Maury walks out of the back room.
Bella stands up,
and visibly resists the temptation to rub her bum.
The man takes
Bella’s right hand and gently kisses it and in a deep bass says, “Thank you my
lady.” With that, he leaves the stage and heads straight for the door, on the
way past, Harry notices a golden ring on the third finger of his left hand.
Bella gingerly
walks over to her master without putting on any more clothing.
Maury stutters,
“Y… your room is ready Mr. Potter.” The still speechless man leads the group
to a small room with only one bed and leaves without a word.
As soon as the
door’s closed, Cissa seals her lips over Harry’s while Bella sets to work
freeing Harry’s cock. Tonks drops to her knees beside her aunt and whispers
something into her ear before kissing Harry’s feet.
Once her task is
complete, Bella stands up and bends over the bed, “Master, my arse now,
please!”
Harry’s incapable
of coherent thought at this point and quickly shuffles to behind his raven
haired slave. He reaches down and can feel the heat coming from Bella’s abused
arse as he spreads her cheeks. He aims his tool right at Bella’s rosebud and
pushes in roughly, earning a small squeak of pain from the woman as her ass is
speared.
Meanwhile Tonks
has climbed up onto the bed, having stripped her bottom half, with her cunt in
Bella’s face. Bella starts to lick at her nieces pussy with gusto, having
slightly missed the taste of a woman in heat. She also takes one finger and
gently works at Tonks asshole, loosening it up enough to slide her finger in
and out without causing any pain.
Cissa can tell her
master is about to pop as he watches Bella eat Tonks out while fingering her
ass, so she drops down behind her master and take a moment to time things
perfectly. At the right second she leans in and takes her master’s balls into
her mouth. The musty scent of an aroused man combined with the heady aroma of
a woman in need almost makes her pass out as she starts to finger her own
pussy.
Bella’s arse is as
tight as Harry remembers it. He almost feels bad about the pain of entry and
the bruising power of his hips, but he can sense Bella’s enjoyment too much for
it to really matter. The sight of Bella pleasing her niece is so erotic in to
many ways for the young man to list. When he suddenly feels Cissa lock her
lips around his nuts and suck on them gently, his control is scattered to the
four winds. With a wordless scream Harry pumps a full load of semen into
Bella’s waiting arse. After almost a full minute, Harry pulls out and
collapses next to Cissa.
Tonks has a hungry
look on her face as she turns around on Bella’s face. The pink haired Auror
leans down and buries her face in her aunts’ crack. She locks her lips around
Bella’s arsehole and greedily sucks the cum right out of the other woman.
Harry almost
passes out from the sight of Tonks sucking on Bella’s bum.
Finally Tonks
climbs off of Bella with a very satisfied grin on her face. “Thank you master,
this night has been a real treat for everyone.”
The ladies get
dressed and find Bella’s clothes waiting for her in a neat pile while they’re
helping Harry get dressed.
Harry’s none too
stable on his feet as the group heads back to the main room to find Remus still
there.
He smiles at the
messy haired teen, “Let’s go home pup.”
The group goes out
the main door this time instead of the side door they’d came in and move down
an alley where Tonks creates a Portkey that deposits them in the entrance hall
of #12.
Harry looks at
Remus tiredly, “You’re free to stay here or go back to the Grangers Remus.”
The werewolf looks
at Harry, “I hate to do this Harry, but you assigned me to protect the Grangers
so I’d best be getting back to them.”
Harry nods his
head and Remus disappears. Bella and Cissa each grab an arm and lent their
support as the group ascends the stairs. They make it to Harry’s room without
incident and get inside to find Hermione sleeping like a babe.
The ladies barely
have time to get Harry stripped of his clothing and to the bed before he passes
out.
In the morning,
Harry’s dragged to the world of the living by being shaken by Tonks, “Come on
master, it’s time to face the day.”
Harry reluctantly
drags himself out of bed and allows Cissa to help dress him and the group moves
to the kitchen for breakfast along with Dudley, Petunia, and Hermione.
After breakfast,
Harry is feeling slightly more human, “Ok ladies, here’s the plans for today.
Cissa, I want you to go see Albus about what we were talking about yesterday.
Tonks, Aunt Petunia, I need to talk to you in private please. Bella, I want
you to help Mione out with starting Occulmency.”
All of those
mentioned nod their head in acknowledgement and all of them get up and move to
complete their tasks for the day.
Tonks and Petunia
follow Harry up to the library which he promptly seals.
Harry sits down
and motions to the other chair, which Petunia takes. “Aunt Petunia, I do want
to thank you for what you did yesterday, but I also wish to make it abundantly
clear to you that I do not want it to happen ever again.”
Petunia looks as
though she’s been slapped, “But why not? I thought you found me attractive!”
Harry takes a deep
breath and says, “Yes I do, as much as it disturbs me. However, that does not
change the fact that we are blood and any intercourse between us is wrong,
period.”
The older woman
looks at Harry in disbelief. “Do you honestly mean to say…?”
“That if you were
not my relative, I might well accept your advances.”
Petunia moves
suddenly so she’s kneeling at Harry’s feet, “Then just once please. I’ll do
anything you want, just please shag me.”
Harry can feel his
body start to respond, but he brings his will to bear with an iron force,
“Dora, how extreme can the changes to your body be?”
Tonks looks at her
master in awe, guessing where he’s going with this, “Completely master.”
“So if you were to
take on my form, you could also simulate my, erm, equipment?”
“Also correct
master.”
“Thank you Dora.
Now Aunt Petunia, let me make this clear, I refuse to sleep with you strictly
on moral grounds. I will have to speak to Cissa about neglecting her duties to
service you however. So I’m offering a compromise, I’ll allow Tonks to take my
form and shag your brains out, but just this once and only with the
understanding you never attempt to seduce me again. Now, do we have a deal?”
Petunia nods her
head dejectedly.
“Very good then,
Dora, I want you to please her in any way she wishes and I might ask for a
detailed recount later,” Harry says as he stands up.
Tonks is already
shifting forms when Harry heads to the door, and just before he closes the
door, he hears Petunia moan in pleasure.
The teen shakes
his head as he goes looking for Bella and Mione.
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